Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jandek to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.